Chapter 144: True Vitality

Before the fists of the two supreme fighters could meet, the exploding law turbulence flung the watching Great Witch Kuafu a hundred zhang into the air.

"Well timed!" Zhou Yi's eyes surged with battle intent as his foot crushed three zhang of void.

His entire skeleton erupted with a thunderous blast, the twelvefold sacred body's golden patterns surfacing from his flesh, and with his mortal flesh he hard‑shook Zhong Li's massive palm that wielded the might of heaven and earth.

The instant the two forces collided, the whole star sea seemed to have its pause button pressed.

The watching Twelve Ancestral Witches' pupils narrowed sharply; within the impact wave capable of shattering stars, the two figures simultaneously stepped back three paces, scorching six burning footprints in the void.

The mysterious ice lamp in Gong Gong's hand shattered with a boom, the sound of ice crystals hitting the ground rousing the frozen space‑time.

The Wu Clan's proud legend of the invincible mortal body is now being trampled beneath the feet of that blue‑clothed, fierce Human Race cultivator.

Ju Mang pinched his fingertip into his palm; he clearly saw that beneath Zhou Yi's skin flowed the purest qi‑blood power, not any protective body technique.

"Again!" Zhong Li wiped the bloodstain from his mouth corner, crimson battle markings crawling up his neck. His fists ignited with sky‑burning flames, yet Zhou Yi tore the fire veil with an even more violent fist wind.

Where the two fists met, ten thousand fire sparks erupted, and each bone‑flesh collision shook the spectators, causing their qi and blood to surge.

Three hundred rounds passed in an instant.

When Zhou Yi's whiplash kick split open Zhong Li's fire shield, Qiang Liang suddenly sensed his thunderbone whip trembling—a shiver that only appears when confronting an equally ferocious beast.

In the battlefield's center, the two had already become entwined bundles of light and shadow, and space disintegrated inch by inch wherever they passed.

"Exhilarating!" Zhong Li burst into a wild laugh, his surrounding flames turning a clear gold. This Wu Clan war god, who has always despised all races, now voluntarily shed thirty percent of his pressure: "Human boy, reveal your body‑tempering method!"

The Twelve Capital Heavenly Deity Demon Formation activated without wind, and Di Hong's spatial‑temporal domain silently enveloped the battlefield.

All ancestor witches knew that this duel had long surpassed mere victory or defeat.

When a Human Race mortal body can match the ancestor witches, the foundational order of Honghuang is being reshaped before their eyes.

At the Chaos battlefield's center, within a domain where flames and gale intertwine, the two figures collided in the void, generating waves that vanished stars like they were erased.

In Zhong Li Zu Wu's molten‑gold pupils surged unprecedented battle intent; he had not expected that this Human Race cultivator, regarded as an ant, could touch the Wu Clan's supreme inheritance through his mortal cultivation.

When Zhou Yi's fist for the third time tore space's law, carving spider‑web fissures on the mysterious yellow barrier laid by the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman, several gasps of cold breath echoed from the throne of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hou Tu, who has always guarded Honghuang with the Earth Law, gently brushed the Yu Qiang hair ornament hanging by her temple; beneath her long lashes swirled an awe that spanned epochs, and she clearly saw within that slender figure a life source coiled like a Chaos demon god.

"Stop!" Zhou Yi suddenly halted and withdrew, the chaotic blue‑lotus illusion behind him solidifying into a tangible Dao rhythm.

His dark‑colored battle robe was torn by the gale into cloud‑like streams, and the exposed flesh bore Dao patterns like a jade chronicle of creation: "The warm‑up ends; let me see what majesty the primal battle body, nurtured by Pangu's essence blood, truly possesses."

Zhong Li Zu Wu laughed wildly at the heavens, and the ancient fire serpent coiled around his arms suddenly transformed into sky‑burning flames.

The Yu Qiang fire dragon he stood upon roared with its head held high, and the star‑sea beyond the nine heavens was shattered by a third from that dragon's howl. "Exhilarating! Such a physique truly merits witnessing my original Dao form!"

When the ten‑thousand‑zhang demonic body rose from the ground, the entire Honghuang ley lines trembled.

Zhong Li Zu Wu's true form unfolded like Mount Buzhou hanging upside down; each scale was etched with Dao traces from the epoch of creation, and the chaotic fire essence coiling his body burned the void, leaving eternal scars.

This perfect battle body, bearing Pangu's bloodline, now finally reveals its towering splendor to Honghuang.

Zhou Yi's surrounding Chaos mist suddenly boiled like soup, and the blue‑lotus Dao seed at his brow manifested three thousand Dao rhythms.

When the first strand of primordial qi pierced the celestial spirit, what rose behind him was a chaotic Dao image that stood toe‑to‑toe with the ancestor witch's true form.

Two supreme Dao bodies from different lineages faced each other across the void, their surging pressure causing the Purple Sky Palace beyond the thirty‑three heavens to shed fluttering stardust.

"Come fight!" the two towering colossal shadows roared simultaneously, and at the instant their fists collided, the entire fate line of the sealing‑god Great Calamity twisted.

The ancestor witches watching independently formed protective body seals; they knew this duel would redefine Honghuang World's power structure, and that Human Race cultivator was striking the Wu Clan's million‑year pride with the most primal method.

Under the resonance of the two great celestial phenomena, Zhou Yi's sacred body bloodline erupted with dazzling golden light, its aura matching that of Zhong Li Zu Wu.

All the ancestor witches witnessing this unprecedented scene saw Di Hong's temporal‑spatial mark at his brow tremble slightly, and the water‑origin power gathered in Gong Gong's hand quietly dissipate.

The instant the two palms struck, the dome of the Pangu Hall shimmered with the Three Thousand Great Daos runes.

Where the two forces met, a world‑splitting roar exploded, visible spatial ripples spreading outward, and within a heartbeat erased the twelve guardian totem pillars inside the hall.

The mysterious ice barrier Yu Qiang Zu Wu raised with his hand also turned into scattered stardust in the aftershock.

When the smoke cleared, the twelve golden bells hanging at Ru Shou Zu Wu's waist shattered in unison.

Everyone suddenly realized that the mysterious yellow ley line beneath Zhong Li's feet had broken three inches, while the ley line where Zhou Yi stood formed a nine‑turning loop.

Such a scene of mortals shaking the ancestor witches' sacred ground made the flowing river of ages in Zhu Jiu Yin's eyes ripple.

"I have been defeated," Zhong Li's fingertips ignited with sky‑burning violet flame, but when they brushed Zhou Yi's robes they turned into blooming blue lotuses, "What a practitioner who proves the Dao with force, yet can refine the law's power to this degree."

Zhou Yi's Dao pattern between his brows flickered, and a faint echo of the Six Realms of Reincarnation resonated within his body: "If we speak of mastery over the very source of fire, senior, you have only displayed thirty percent of your power just now."

Before he finished speaking, the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's palm released a breath‑earth that suddenly manifested a nascent form of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, causing the other ancestor witches' expressions to change abruptly.

This contest, like a meteor striking a calm lake, completely altered the ancestor witches' perception of Zhou Yi.

When everyone moved to the edge of the Pangu Blood Pool, Ju Mang Zu Wu, using a tea cup condensed from innate Yi‑wood qi, reflected a star chart of the intertwined fortunes of the Wu and Yao races.

"The Twelve Capital Heavenly Deity Demon Formation can summon the Father God's phantom," Hou Tu lightly tapped the blood pool, manifesting the You Ming Blood Sea beneath the Nine Abyss, "but the Heavenly Dao's reincarnation must be complete; perhaps this is the Wu Clan's true vitality."

Her words caused the blood pool to surge, and faint cries of the Netherworld's beings could be heard.

Zhou Yi stared at the pool's reflection and suddenly sensed his sacred blood resonating with the blood pool.

When the Six Realms of Reincarnation's phantom appeared behind him, Di Hong Zu Wu abruptly tore a rift in space to retrieve a chaotic primal stone, upon which the chaotic Dao markings left from Pangu's creation were boldly engraved.

The turbulent murky waves of the You Ming Blood Sea reflected Di Hong's silvery‑gray pupils; this ancestor witch who commands spatial law raised his hand to smooth the void fissure: "Companion, your exquisite spatial evasion technique was a breach, I hope you can forgive me, but…"